“You worried or something, Miles? Seem a little absent-minded tonight.” I smiled and shrugged. “Just taking my work home with me, I guess.” “Mustn’t do that, boy; I never did. Forgot all about the bank the minute I put my hat on at night. ’Course you don’t get to be president that way.” He grinned. “But the president’s dead now, and I’m still alive.”
